My exams officially ended yesterday, which means no classes and lecture notes up till 15th January. A sudden change I must say, from a hectic timetable of 24hours revising and ridiculous sleeping cycle, to nothing.
I haven't planned much for this winter, unlike my hot sexy Barcelona and Morocco trip last year. I'm thinking of catching up on my long-lost hobby, reading. Abah used to force me to read all Enid Blyton's books when I was in primary school, even bought me a super thick book compiling all Blyton's writings once, which I read unwillingly. Looking back, I'm always grateful for all the forcing and pushing from Abah n mama, if it's not for them I won't have any interest at all in books. Man, squeezing your eyes through boring black-and-white alphabets while sitting stationary on a couch is no fun for kids my age. But awesome parents did what awesome parents ought to do, hence, my deep interest in reading- once upon a time. They must be a wee bit disappointed if I let that interest stops at this age.
I need to finish up my current collections of charity-shop books, bought them because they're cheap but haven't touched them since =.= And also need to start on a few books that can, you know, help me top up that little microscopic dot of iman, since next semester will involve more challenge working with the locals, and I always fail when it comes to answering questions about my hijab and why women can't marry four guys too. I know, what a shame. =.=
Till then. happy hols :)
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